Chapter 47 No.47

While round the fire such legends go,

Far different was the scene of woe,

Where, in a secret aisle beneath,

Council was held of life and death.

It was more dark and lone, that vault,

Than the worse dungeon cell:

Old Colwulf built it, for his fault,

In penitence to dwell,

When he, for cowl and beads, laid down

The Saxon ba